A man could no longer be private and withdrawn. The world allows no hermits.
D. H. LAWRENCEA man could no longer be private and withdrawn. The world allows no hermits.
D. H. LAWRENCEThings men have made with wakened hands, and put soft life into are awake through years with transferred touch, and go on glowing for long years.
D. H. LAWRENCEI never saw a wild thing sorry for itself
D. H. LAWRENCEThey lived freely among the students, they argued with the men over philosophical, sociological and artistic matters, they were just as good as the men themselves: only better, since they were women.
D. H. LAWRENCEVitally, the human race is dying. It is like a great uprooted tree, with its roots in the air. We must plant ourselves again in the universe.
D. H. LAWRENCEShe was not herself–she was not anything. She was something that is going to be–soon–soon–very soon. But as yet, she was only imminent.
D. H. LAWRENCEWhat the eye doesn’t see and the mind doesn’t know, doesn’t exist.
D. H. LAWRENCEIt is a fine thing to establish one’s own religion in one’s heart, not to be dependent on tradition and second-hand ideals. Life will seem to you, later, not a lesser, but a greater thing.
D. H. LAWRENCEIf I were the moon, I know where I would fall down.
D. H. LAWRENCETheir words were only accidents in the mutual silence.
D. H. LAWRENCEBe still when you have nothing to say; when genuine passion moves you, say what you’ve got to say, and say it hot.
D. H. LAWRENCEThe human being is a most curious creature. He thinks he has got one soul, and he has got dozens.
D. H. LAWRENCEAnd besides, look at elder flowers and bluebells-they are a sign that pure creation takes place – even the butterfly.
D. H. LAWRENCENow go away then, and leave me alone. I don’t want any more of your meretricious persiflage.
D. H. LAWRENCEShe was always waiting, it seemed to be her forte.
D. H. LAWRENCEYou love me so much, you want to put me in your pocket. And there I will die smothered.
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